August 17, 2012 – August 17, 2014
My husband. Sober. Two years.
It hasn’t been easy. It hasn’t been the picture I had in my head.
It. Is. So. Much. Better.
It’s getting better. One. Day. At. A. Time.
I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten.
God can restore anything. All you need is faith.
And patience. Let go of your timelines. Your plans.
Eighteen years of trying to make life look the way I wanted it to look. Impatient. Frustrated. Angry. Desperate. Hurting. Out of control.
Two years in. Restored. Whole. Hope-filled. Loved. Willingly not in control.
Without the first 18, the last 2 could never have been so beautiful.
Happy 2 years Baby.
I’m proud of you.
I love you.
You’re my favorite.
Now and forever.